The sun's rays had rose again

giving a sign that there was a another day.

A little light give her hope sighed and showed that she still could.

Her pale skin turned with a life but then her lip tried to spoke

but never had the chance.

She was ill, suffering in pain

all of these were happening.

stood up from the bed she tried to smile,

her wrinkled face, pointed nose, and white long hair telling me that is old

she tried to peep from her room's door locked and very scared.

the old walls had grown up with her age,

the ceiling having so many graffiti; vandalism and sketches

surrounded the four corners of the dim storage room.

She tried to knock, but no one listened.

She done her best to speak but no one could hear.

Until she slowly walked, glanced the outside nature from where she is.

Realized then...

...all alone.